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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.