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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.