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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.