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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.