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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.