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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.