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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.