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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.