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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.