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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
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,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.