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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.