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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.