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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.