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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.