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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.