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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.