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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
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,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Moebius,
X-101,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.