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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
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,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.