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 the UAE 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.