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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.