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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
The Associates,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.