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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Magma,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.