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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.