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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.