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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.