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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.