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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.