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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.