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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Television,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.