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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.