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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Visage,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.