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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.