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 Malta 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Josef K,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.