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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.