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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.