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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.