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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.