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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.