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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.