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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.