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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.