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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.