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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.