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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.