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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.