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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.