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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.