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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.