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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.