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 Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.