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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the dance 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.