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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.