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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joey Negro 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.