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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.