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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.