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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the rap 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.