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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.