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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.