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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.