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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
10cc,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.