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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.