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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.