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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.