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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.