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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Visage to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.