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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 This Heat to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
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,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.