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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.