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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Technova,
Hoover,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.