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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.