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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.