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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 MC5 to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
The Names,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.