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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
cv313,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.