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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ossler to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.