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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.