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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 a mellotron and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.