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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the rap 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Brick,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.