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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.