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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.