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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
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,
Crime,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.