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 Mauritius 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
UT,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Pagans,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.