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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Faust to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.