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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Franke,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.