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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.