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 Nepal 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.