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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.