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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.