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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force 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?
Intrusion,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.