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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.