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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.