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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.