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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.