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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.