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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.