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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.