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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
AZ,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.