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 Iceland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
PIL,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Second Layer,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.