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 Jordan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
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.