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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.