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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.