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 Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.