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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.