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 London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.