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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.