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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.