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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Brick,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.