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 Guinea and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.