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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.