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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
X-102,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.