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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.