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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fall to the funk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.