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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.