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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.