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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.