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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.