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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.