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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
X-101,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
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.