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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.