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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.