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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.