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 Costa Rica 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.