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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.