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 Somalia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.