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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.