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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.