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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.