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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.