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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the punk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.