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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.