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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.