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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.