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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.