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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Gong to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.