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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Lyres to the rap 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA 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?
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.