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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Main Source,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.