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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.