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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.