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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.