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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.