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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.