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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.