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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Fear,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.