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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.