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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 jazz 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.