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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
The Names,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.