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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.