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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.