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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.