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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.