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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.