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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.