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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.