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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.