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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Tremeloes to the rock 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.