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 Albania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Nico,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.