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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.