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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.