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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.