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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.