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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.