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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the rock 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.