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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.