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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.