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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.