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 Barbados and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy 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?
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Slave,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.