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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.