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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.