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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 PIL to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.