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 Barbados and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 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 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.