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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.