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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.