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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.