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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
The Motions,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.