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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.