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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C 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?
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.