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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Brick,
Visage,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.