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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.