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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.