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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
X-101,
The Slits,
Faust,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.