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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.