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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.