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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
DNA,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.