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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.