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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.