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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.