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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.