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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.