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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.