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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Cluster,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.