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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.