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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
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Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.