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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.