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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
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,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.