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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Evens 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.