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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
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,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.