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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.