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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.