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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the punk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.