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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Darondo to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.