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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.