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 Chad and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
The Move,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.