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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.