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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.