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 Romania 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Five Americans to the grunge 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.