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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp 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 grime 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.