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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Christie to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.