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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.