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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Kinks to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.