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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fire Engines to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.