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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Monks,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.