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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Scion,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.