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 Oman and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 The Knickerbockers 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.