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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.