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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.