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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.