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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.