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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
New Order,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.