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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.