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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.