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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.