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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.