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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.