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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.