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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese to the punk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.