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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Maurizio to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Magma,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.