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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.