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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.