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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Organ,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.