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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.