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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.