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 Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 808 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.