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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.