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 Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.