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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
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.