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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.