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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Drexciya to the rock 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.