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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bang On A Can 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Q65,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
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.