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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.