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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
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.