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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.