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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.