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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.