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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.