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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vogues to the rap 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.