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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.