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 China and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.