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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.