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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.