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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.