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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.