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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.