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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.