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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Lalann,
cv313,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
CMW,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.