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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.