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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.