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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.