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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.