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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
New Order,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.