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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '90s.
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 The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.