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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.