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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.