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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.