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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 chamberlin 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.