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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.