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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 rhodes 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.