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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Television,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.