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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.