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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.