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 Croatia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.