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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.