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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.