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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.