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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Television,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.