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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
UT,
Rekid,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.