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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.