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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.