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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Pylon,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.