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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer 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 jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.