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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.