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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.