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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.