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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.