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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Whodini,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.