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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.