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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Wire,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.