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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.