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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Associates to the punk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Mars,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.