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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.