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 Latvia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Durutti Column to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.