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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Can,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
ABC,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.