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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the funk 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Technova,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Oneida,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.