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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.