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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.