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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.