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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Japan,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.