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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.