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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.