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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.