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 Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.