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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.