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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Scion,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.