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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.