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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.