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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.