Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.