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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.