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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Slave,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.