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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Swans,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Rekid,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.