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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.