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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.