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 Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.