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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.