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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
June of 44,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.