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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Busters to the jazz 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.