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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
the Human League,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.