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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bad Manners to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.