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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.