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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.