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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Shoche,
CMW,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.