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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.