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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio 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?
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.