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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.