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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.