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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
PIL,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Rekid,
cv313,
Zapp,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.