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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
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,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.