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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.