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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.