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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
The Move,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.