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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.