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 Tonga and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.