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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.