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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.