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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 The Red Krayola to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.