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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.