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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Drexciya,
JFA,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.