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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.