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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 DNA to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.