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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the grime 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.