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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
AZ,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.