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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.