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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.