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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.