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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.