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 Kenya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.