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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.