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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
The Monks,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.