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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.