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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.