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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.