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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.