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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
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,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.