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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw 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 rap 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.