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 Denmark and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.