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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Cluster 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.