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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.