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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.