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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.