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 China and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.