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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.