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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.