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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.