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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Nas,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.