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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Mars,
Oneida,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.