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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 10cc to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Japan,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.