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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.