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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Organ,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.