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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.