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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.