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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.