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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Ronan,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.