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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Vogues to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Television,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.