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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 rhodes 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance 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?
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.