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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.