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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the grunge 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.