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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.