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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.