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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.