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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.