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 Moldova and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.