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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.