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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.