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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.