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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.