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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.