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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Residents to the dance 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.