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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.