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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.