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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.