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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.