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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Q65,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Mars,
Symarip,
Smog,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.