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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.