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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.