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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.