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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.