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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.