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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.