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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.