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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.