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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.