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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.