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 Turkmenistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.