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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.