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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.