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 Bolivia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
CMW,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.