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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.