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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.