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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.