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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.