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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.