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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Can,
DNA,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.