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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
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.