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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.