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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.