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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.