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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.