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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Bang On A Can to the rap 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.