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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Pole,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.