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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.