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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim 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 grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.