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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.