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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.