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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.