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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
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,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.