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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Youth Brigade to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
ABC,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.