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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
AZ,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.