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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.