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 Sudan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.