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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.