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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Slave,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.