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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.