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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.