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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.