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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.