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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.