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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.