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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.