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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.