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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Swans,
The Doors,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.