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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.