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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Roxette,
a-ha,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.