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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.