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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Franke,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.