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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Audionom,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.