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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the disco 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.