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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.