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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.