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 Taiwan 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Gong,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Monks,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.