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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
The Move,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.