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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Christie 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.