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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.