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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.