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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Todd Terry to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.