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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.