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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.