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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.