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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Smog,
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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.