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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.