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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.