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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Make Up,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.