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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.