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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
X-102,
Faust,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.