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 Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.