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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai 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?
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
The Slits,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.