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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.