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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.