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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
AZ,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.