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 Uzbekistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.