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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.