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 Botswana 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.