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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.