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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.