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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.