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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.