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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the electroclash 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
The Motions,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.