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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.