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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
The Index,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.