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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Wings,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Fear,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.