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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.