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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.