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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.