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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.