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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D 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?
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Index,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.