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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.