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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 sitar and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.