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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.