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 Greece and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Mars,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.