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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.