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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.