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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.