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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.