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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis 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 electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.