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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.