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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
UT,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Faust,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.