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 Portugal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.