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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.