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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Pole,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.