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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.