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 Israel and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Technova,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.