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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.