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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler 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?
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
the Association,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Ludus,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.