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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 World's Most 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.