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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.