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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.