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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.