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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Cal Tjader to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.