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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Franke,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
JFA,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
ABC,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.