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 France and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.