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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Max Romeo 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.