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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.