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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
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.