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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.