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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Faust,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.