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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.